Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Talking to Seth

Understanding Seth's speech is often difficult, especially when he calls things by special names.  We've adjusted to some of his most common nicknames.  We no longer ask him to put his movies in the cabinet or the hutch.  He puts them in "the brown."  When I want to sit outside with Seth, he always sits in "the blue" (not "the blue chair," just "the blue") and I always sit in "the purple" even though my chair is actually pink.  We don't offer sausage egg biscuits for breakfast because they're called "cheeseburgers."  This also means that when we go to a restaurant, we can't order cheeseburgers because those are for breakfast.  We order hamburgers and whisper to the waitress to please put cheese on it.  When I go to sleep in the boys' room, I have to face Seth or he tells me to "scoot my head!!"  And depending on what his favorite movie of the day is, Seth often doesn't respond to the name "Seth."  Some days he's Scooby, some days he's Megamind, etc.  He also renames everyone else in the house and yells at anyone who dares to use any name but what he's decided for the day.  Today he is "the doctor" because he went to the pediatrician and then to the ENT.  When the ENT's nurse asked what our appointment was for, Seth answered, "Seth Allen Hofacker, DOCTOR."  He thought, of course, that being the doctor entitled him to use all of the doctor's equipment.  There are also several things he says that none of us can figure out.  Today, he held up a toy in the doctor's waiting room that looked like a crane or some other big construction machine.  He was calling it something that sounded to me like "baseball," but he got irritated with me for asking if that's what he said.  I wish there were a class to teach me Seth language so that I could understand everything my sweet boy says!

Saturday, March 1, 2014

outside with Seth

Seth and I were home alone.  After watching several movies, Seth told me that he wanted to go outside :-)
 
First, he had to clean the snow out of the swing.
 
Then he could climb in.
 
Yay -- "I did it all by myself!"
"ok -- enough of that."
Time to climb.
try #1 to get into the tree house
try #2 to get in the treehouse
"Forget the treehouse -- how about this rope ladder."
"Or maybe I could climb up this pool ladder and reach the deck and make Mom freak out."
Falling off the bottom rung of the ladder makes the perfect opportunity to make a snow angel.
He seemed to think I'd be upset about eating snow, but since I didn't mind at all, it was a little less fun.
try #3 to get to the treehouse -- This time, he even asked me to help him get across.  I said no way, of course.  The treehouse is dangerous for Seth.
singing loudly in the silence -- not sure why it was so quiet outside.  There are lots of children who live on the street behind us.  Maybe they're all hibernating.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

my teenager

I was shocked when I saw this picture of Joel wrestling at regions!  I knew he'd been working really hard to make weight all season and that he'd been lifting after practice several days every week.  But I was still surprised that he's gotten so big and muscular!
Because this is how I think of Joel wrestling:

Monday, December 9, 2013

Luke's compassionate decision


Luke:  "When you two die -- no offense -- or move away or I move away, I'm going to go to the pet store or the pound and adopt the ugliest dog there."

Jason:  "You know, you could just move to a different house.  We don't have to die first.  And why are going to buy the ugliest dog?"

Luke:  "Because no one else would adopt it, so it would be there and never get picked.  I'm going to pick that one for my own."


Monday, October 28, 2013

Luke's Legos

Luke wanted pictures from every angle.
This is a canon.

He used spare pieces to copy the picture in his new Lego book.
He made this go cart pretty much all on his own.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

new mailbox

For YEARS I've wanted a unique mailbox.  The Down syndrome group board gave me a gift card to Home Depot after the Buddy Walk, so I bought a new mailbox.  My friend Ann worked her artistic magic to give me a one-of-a-kind piece of art in my front yard.


I have a hard time driving up the driveway.  I just want to sit in the road and stare at my mailbox!

Thursday, October 3, 2013




picture: 


mailbox: 


The Hofacker Family 2008